As I battled to work this morning past all the small people in their large four-by-fours, I consoled myself with the thought that at least they were going to have to pay more for the privilege of driving vehicles that will never see the off-road terrain for which they were designed. My reverie, however, was short-lived as I then began contemplating the other measures announced in Mr Darling's first budget.
If you choose to drown the sorrow of the most gloomy economic forecast in years by having a tipple, then that will cost you more. If, like me, you find that a little nicotine helps you through the day, then that will cost you more. If you want to cheer yourself up with some retail therapy, then you'll soon have to pay for the plastic bags in which to carry all those things you bought but don't really need. And if you want to jet off to escape the clouds of depression, then they'll extract one last pound of flesh from you before you leave, in increased plane duty. As a member of the public told the BBC, if they could bottle the air you breathe, they would tax that.
[Forgive me - I realise that the above has nothing to do with family law, directly at least, but sometimes a blog can just be a useful place to let off steam!]